"
"Hear a Protestant catering to a papist," observed Peggy. "But it is
lost on Angelique. She is as good as engaged to Colonel Menard. She
accepted him through the window before all of us, when he came to the
rescue."
"Must I congratulate him?" Rice inquired of Angelique. "He certainly
deserves his good luck."
"Peggy has no right to announce it so!" exclaimed Angelique, feeling
invaded and despoiled of family privacy. "It is not yet called an
engagement."
Peggy glanced at Rice Jones, and felt grateful to Heaven for the flood.
She admired him with keen appreciation. He took his disappointment as he
would have taken an offered flower, considered it without changing a
muscle, and complimented the giver.
Guns began to be heard from the bluffs in answer to the bells. Peggy
leaned out to look across the tossing waste at a dim ridge of shadow
which she knew to be the bluffs. The sound bounded over the water. From
this front window of the attic some arches of the bridge were always
visible. She could not now guess where it crossed, or feel sure that any
of its masonry withstood the enormous pressure.
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